The Editor Is the Novel’s Extra

The behemoth sat on his lap with a groan.

The weather, which has already entered autumn, was chilly, like a stove.

Clayo, sitting on his back against the bedhead, blinked his cloudy eyes.

The scene that was revealed when it was barely in focus was strange.

The second-floor, left-end bedroom of the Asher mansion. His familiar room was covered with colorful flower baskets.

"What's the flower?"

Without questioning, the bedroom door suddenly opened with great momentum.

Open your mouth!

The man who ran into the bedroom was a stout young man who looked two meters tall.

"Are you up!!!"

Clayo's goal rang out at the loud low-pitched voice.

"…who are you? What are you doing here?”

"Excuse me!!! The introduction was late. I'm an engineer with the Royal Capital Defense Corps, Swain Temple. I was escorted by Clayo Asher. I'm glad you woke up!!!”

"Excuse me, please. My head is ringing."

"I'm sorry!!! I'm glad I could feel the wizard wake up. Stop! Not like this, but I'll call someone. Please stay for a moment."

Clayo stared vacantly at the bedroom door still open.

Mrs. Canton and Dionne appeared as if they were waiting when an article about Swain made a fuss.

Both of them felt a little sorry for their embarrassment as if they hadn't slept much.

Mrs. Canton called a doctor to see Clayo, but there was nothing wrong with her. I felt drowsy as if I had slept well.

'He's not hurt anywhere, he's just a muscle ache and an ether breakdown.’

After confirming Clayo's safety, Mrs. Canton hurried to prepare the meal, and Swain disappeared to contact the palace.

In the meantime, Dionne came close to the bed and whispered in a small voice.

"On the first day, the palace and the chief wizard of the Capital Guard went one after another. The ether was just worn out and worn out, and I was about to take him to the wall to see what's going on. Those research wizard kids, I wonder if you're happy with the death...!”

"But you managed to bring him home."

"The royal wizard, Jebbedi, who ran to the scene first, waved the lobes to take you home and rest. There was nothing more to do after [Sejeong] and [Jeonghwa] magic. But the Capital Guard can't let me go. Thanks to you, that driver was guarding your bedroom.”

"You've all had a hard time for a few days.”

"I listen to everything you say. First, I put the Mana Stones from Masu in the drawer of the bedroom table there. It was small and you were holding it so tightly that I didn't see the article. If the royal wizards notice, they must have taken it in the name of the investigation, because they don't know when they'll return it....”

"Well done, Lady Dionne."

If the mana stone, which reflects the law school, was taken away from outside the circle, he would not have been able to sleep at night.

"I should be the one to thank you. I'm the one who got away with the beast! But there's one thing I'm curious about. The place where you ended the sale is on the border between Lundane and Selva, and that short new distance has dragged him away. Why did he do that?"

"To reduce human casualties... You wouldn't believe me, would you?

"You're not that kind of person."

"You've seen the right person."

"Anyway, it's sealed off. All the sorcerers in the Capital Defense Corps are cheering, so the investigation won't be over soon.”

"The way these sorcerers behave is exactly the same as the last manuscript. It was a good thing to attract the beast.’

Clayo smiled a pleased smile.

It was worth the trouble of the dog. His land was safe.

Dionne, who was looking closely at his expression, smiled at his accomplice as if he had noticed something.

"You knew this would happen, didn't you? I was blocking it with a shield, and I suddenly wondered why they were luring the beast....”

"It's hard to give you a definite answer, but most of what Lady Dionne is guessing is correct."

"Ha, I knew it. That's how I chose my partner.Now I'll sort out what happened when you were asleep. First of all, the flowers were sent by the crown prince and some aristocrats, members of the common people and the aristocrats, and their neighbors."

"It's only been four days since the incident, and something's gotten big.”

"What are you talking about? We haven't even started talking about it yet.”

Turning quickly, Dionne brought a bunch of newspapers and weekly magazines piled up on her desk and spread them out onto her bed.

From the childish yellow pages of the public to the royalist newspapers and the left-wing media, the front page and cover articles were much the same.

Clayo, who picked up the top newspaper with his fingertips as if he were touching an ominous object, wanted to get rid of his memory of reading the article.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh How can you carry your face around because you are embarrassed? Hahahaha!"

The cat, who was handing over the newspaper to Clayo, first revealed its teeth and began to laugh.

I felt my body tremble to see if it was very fun.

When Clayo, who was embarrassed, tried to wind up the newspaper, his firm forefoot fixed the page.

"Wow, Behemoth reads the newspaper? Your master's doing great, isn't he?

Caught between the cat and the girl, Clayo was neither good nor bad at reading the article.

Somehow. The content was rather embarrassing. Clayo's ears blushed.

The cafe owner was definitely crouching behind the counter, when did Clay see his own eyes?

Don't you get caught by the Press Arbitration Commission with these false testimonies? You don't have that?’

The public, hungry for a long peace, seemed to be looking for fun in the appearance of a boy wizard who defeated the beast.

"Are you embarrassed? I haven't tasted the sweetest cream yet! Let's read the article. It's a completely far-left republican magazine, and it's rare to give the same opinion."

It was a weekly paper the size of a national distribution that Dionne, who was giggling, opened up.

'Crazy—I was just trying to protect my land!'

His expression naturally crumpled with embarrassment of excessive praise. It was an external effect that Clay had never expected.

"How does it feel to be a celebrity all of a sudden?"

"Does fame feed you? You'll only get angry if you're talking about it. It's uncomfortable."

"He who always wants fame and honor avoids those who want it, and he who tries to avoid it is bound to stick to those who want it. What should I do?”

"Well, that's a relief. This illustration won't let the people on the street recognize me."

The five-tiered pen painting on the front page of the newspaper dramatically depicts the fierce battle between a fierce man and a slim young man.

The young man, who threw out the wand while flying a long robe in the painting, was tall and adhered to his appearance.

'You've done a good job imagining it. I was swinging Dionne's umbrella because I didn't have an outdoor morning coat and a wande. Wolf Varg wasn't even that disgusting-looking guy.'

After a long time, Clayo got out of the cat's cage and roughly folded the newspaper and threw it on the floor.

Dionne, who was looking at Clayo's face, laughed at him.

"What's the use of turning a blind eye to it? Now Clayo, you're a hero who's devoted himself to protecting the capital. When you go out of the mansion again, you'll have to behave accordingly."

"What do you mean, good behavior....”

"Once you recover, you'll have to say thank you for those flowers and presents.”

"I don't do that."

"You'll be told there isn't.”

"Not in my case. There won't be any more."

"Doesn't your father think differently?”

"Daddy?"

"It was crazy, and of course I contacted him. He couldn't leave now because the top just returned from the penthouse, but he'll be in the capital within this week!"

"I've got something to say something to say.”

"Isn't he just trying to praise you for your great achievements?"

'Compliment is a disease. I don't want to see this mansion unless you're going to change it.’

Mrs. Canton has served a warm herb tea and a porridge made of syrup with figs. It was a meal that warmed the empty stomach.

The chief wizard of the Capital Defense Corps said to have cast a spell after the inspection, but it was uncomfortable to roll in Masu's blood, so he took the time to bathe.

While washing, as Clayo asked, the flowers in the room and all the odds and ends were cleared away.

Laying on the new sheet in a more refreshing mood, Clay was rolling around pieces of mana stone in his hand.

According to the previous manuscript, it was a trophy that should have gone to Arthur.

Of course, I didn't mean to return it at all.

"I'm going to move with him anyway, so I can use half of it for my original purpose and I can eat half of it. It's something that can be solved even if you don't use all of this.’

The mana stone nunmo was wrapped in a handkerchief and placed in the inside pocket of the school uniform jacket hung in the closet. I thought I should buy a subspace wallet instead of a subspace pocket.

'And, this unique skill....’

Lying down, he looked at the back of his right hand and spilled the ether.

A blue-and-white metallic square line floated on the back of the hand with a bone.

'Promise' showed off a familiar string.

[Unique Skill: 'Editor Privileges' (3/3)]

Soon after, Ether escaped, the stigma became blurred, and the golden letters were also extinguished.

'Editor Privileges'

The power to change everything, but perhaps nothing.

imperfect powers that can only be used to accomplish the author's wishes

This was the reason for the existence of Clayo Asher or Kim Jung-jin.

Wealth and magic, and then fame, even temporarily. I couldn't believe that the author's meaning was not involved at all.

The more I received from this world, the heavier my heart became. That's because it seemed like an order for us to work hard.

'That guy... if he wants anything, I'll post it up and let him know. I'm sure it's a fixed ending for Arthur to be king, but it's all black. What part of the manuscript did he not like so he turned it upside down again?’

The task given to Clayo was difficult and difficult.

First of all, there was no way to know how far the changes were author's revision and how far they were probability-destroying due to the plaintiff's instability.

There was no additional comment on this manuscript.

The first interpreter of the manuscript is himself, and the one who should guess and interpret the author's intentions is also himself.

Misinterpretation will drive the world into a 'literally' catastrophe.

"There's a role like this and that's all. Whoo-hoo…'

Compared to this responsibility, the capital's hero was nothing. People will soon forget about the boy who caught only one man.

Because Barg's appearance was only a beginning for what would happen next.

'The good times are over so quickly.’